Dylan has been hovering around my head this week. Maybe it’s the ongoing Minnesota-like weather. Crisp, dry, cold temperatures in the single digits.
When I lived in Minneapolis, I was in a perpetual state of depression and loneliness. I have a vivid memory of sitting in a mostly-empty movie theater, getting ready to watch some art film (“The Girl in the Swing”?). The theater played music instead of ads and previews, and this song came on. It was the first time I had heard it. That moment has always stuck with me.